Arts & Entertainment

Mahopac Car Show Hits the Pedal to the Metal

Mustangs were a popular attraction at the show. Credits: Bob Dumas
A 1940 Chevy Master 85 Business Coup owned by Bob Matuszewski Credits: Bob Dumas
This 1931 Chrysler CD8 is owned by Mike Weiss Credits: Bob Dumas
Frank Reilly stands with his prized 1969 GTO Judge. The car’s won so many trophies, Reilly says he no longer has any place to store them! Credits: Bob Dumas
Judges Brian Ward, left, and Robert Dwyer look over a 1973 Chevy Nova SS owned by Kurt Messinger. Credits: Bob Dumas
A 1972 VW California Sandrail dune buggy owned by Ivan Holzer. Credits: Bob Dumas
This black beauty is a ‘55 Chevy Bel Air owned by Richard Rivera. Credits: Bob Dumas
Credits: Bob Dumas
There were a bunch of cool motorcycles on exhibit as well. Credits: Bob Dumas

MAHOPAC, N.Y.— The Mahopac Falls Volunteer Fire Department held its 8th annual Car, Motorcycle & Truck Show Sunday under sunny skies as hundreds came out to check out the vast array of cool vehicles.

The show featured everything muscle cars to vintage vehicles from the ‘30s and ‘40s, dune buggies, motorcycles, classic fire trucks and ambulances and, of course, trucks.

There was plenty of food, drinks and raffles and lots of oldies rock ‘n’ roll to create the perfect atmosphere.

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